a piece of paper for a piece of cloth
and grains of dust for the stomach to fill
yet your eyes shine and your body dances
the tune of life you found in the death
those eyes who see you can't see the you
and your voice echoes inside the head that thinks
you bear the marks, undefined,
which bleed tears and cry blood,
there is light on your face to lighten up several others
and a smile embellishes your face
not so beautiful but of serenity
not so charming but reaching to the heart,
who are you? what do you carry
of all the visible pain, what hurts the most,
and all the invisible, makes you smile,
seer of heart, an emotional ghost
there must be something you want to say,
with a filthy body, soul spreads purity,
i look into the mirror and ask again,
a part of you for a part of me..
